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The World of the Lost Phantom

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

||The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe||

garrylove:

phantasmagorical011 replied to your post: Guess whos baaack and weary

// Youre not the only one. //

“Then I extend a ‘welcome back’ to you as well.”

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// Why, thank you. //

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// Be right back. Off to search for a midnight snack~ //

hardworkinghori:

“Can I get a tissue?” She politely asked the cashier for tissue, the strawberry milkshake was too cold for her to hold it with her bare hands. Taking the tissue from the cashier’s hand, Hori looked around for available seats and found one just beside the door. She approached the table and placed the milkshake at the table as she took her seat beside the window and smiled gleefully at her milkshake. “It’s been so long since I’ve drank milkshake from this store.”

Hori was too busy ogling at her milkshake when she noticed a hand placed on the table. Huh? Why’s a hand there? Looking up, her brown orbs met with icy blue ones and chocked on her own saliva in an instant.

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“W-who are you?! Why are you sitting there?!” 

It wasn’t long before he appreciated once more that familiar taste of vanilla stinging his taste buds—although the last time was the day before the succession of agony and affliction for every student in schools: the day of examinations. Now that was all over though, Kuroko was left to appreciate his precious vanilla shake once more.

But what he had not expected was another individual sitting a few centimeters away from him, on the same table, parallel to the seat he had taken. Azure orbs trailed forth to meet the hues of this woman, perhaps to make a greeting. But as he opened his mouth to speak—

“W-who are you?! Why are you sitting there?!” 

No words came out of it. Thus, Kuroko measured his thoughts with a teaspoon and changed the direction of his speech.

“Kuroko. Kuroko Tetsuya.” He spoke, “And I had been sitting here for a while.”

hardworkinghori:

phantasmagorical011:

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// I’m kinda embarrassed but I honestly don’t know how to express it. ;; So—Thanks. //

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// Teehee~ No problem! Ah! I already made a starter by the way~ ^V^ //

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// Really~? I’m game. //

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// e u e those icons~ *o* //

// I’m kinda embarrassed but I honestly don’t know how to express it. ;; So—Thanks. //

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hardworkinghori

“Thank you.” //

// Is it just me..or did Oz Vessalius and Len Kagamine sound a bit-..I don’t know..alike maybe? //

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